"Yes?"

"Grandma, there's extras of Sherlock and Bella and Tony in the kitchen from another world."

"Hi, Marianne," says Glass. "Apparently there are many universes and versions of us appear in several of them. This is Shell Bell."

Shell Bell waves. "And these are my Sherlock and my Tony."

"Hello," says Marianne to the named parties.

"Is this becoming a family thing? This looks like it might be a family thing. I can leave."

"But then I'd have to explain all the new magic details to you separately."

"The kitchen is getting somewhat crowded," Sherlock observes. "Perhaps now is the time to move us all to that meadow you mentioned."

"Fire-flower Meadow? Are we expecting a significant number of guests?" asks Marianne, her hand hovering by a thread.

"There are a lot of me. Them and all their friends will want to come meet me and my friends," says Glass. "It's not necessary to host the resulting party in this world instead of one of theirs, but as long as we can..."

"Then let's," says the queen. She glances around to make sure she has everyone included, and then pulls on the thread.

"I can set up if you like," Shell Bell says to Glass. "Nametags and rooms and stuff. Oh, these flowers are pretty."

"Very, but they'll also set people on fire if you step on one," says Glass, "usually before an event they just all get picked."

"Oh, but that would be a shame, they're so decorative," says Shell Bell, "I can take care of that too."

"...Sounds good to me."

"Take care of it how?" inquires Marianne.

"Magic," says Shell Bell brightly. "Offworld wishing magic. I won't hurt the flowers, I can put them back how they are after."

"And what effect will you have on them in the meantime?"

"They won't burn anyone or anything," says Shell Bell. "Not literally all the guests are going to show up fireproof. I mean, Bells will, but we're a little paranoid."

"Go ahead, then," says Marianne.

"Beads?" says Glass.